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"On it." Mirage walked to Quiver immediately, gesturing for him to turn. They both flickered out of sight as she did so. "I'm not sure if you're joking or not. But we might as well do it while we have a moment." She'd gotten fairly good at medical care while the team had been healing. It was even fulfilling for her, in a different way than hero work. Her hands were cold and yet gentle as she checked him over.
"I agree with going further in. Let's get this done and back to the others." Even as she was speaking, those outside her quick illusion could see a visual shift, like Mirage and Quiver were behind a warped pane of glass. Distored, but visible.
"Yeah, he's... like that." Jinny realized two words too late that what she said was probably revealing. "I mean, I beat the shit out of some short mouthy kid and I think he thought it was funny. It's hard to tell with the mask."
As the seconds stretched into minutes, and no teacher appeared in front of them, the lull over the class steadily transformed into a confused murmur. There was one tall student in the back who had taken the opportunity to rest, face down on the desk with their hood up. Students began to talk to their neighbors, conversations crossing the desk.
"Maybe class is canceled?"
"Maybe the teacher died."
"Oh, come on - on the first day?"
“It could happen! I heard there’s a secret fighting ring for the adults…”
“Well, I heard there’s a club for bioweapons and explosives…”
A boy with what looked like feathers frowned, nudging the tall sleeping student at the desk beside them. “Hey. Hey!”
“Mmwha?” A muffled yawn and a bleary stare met him. She seemed annoyed. "What?"
“...Do you actually go here? You – you don’t go here, do you?”
All of a sudden, the “student” straightened up and smiled. That bleary gaze became razor sharp as she pulled the hood back and stared at the feathered student.
“Hm. Not bad. Not bad at all.” She stood, unzipping the hoodie and standing up to reveal that she was indeed, not a student. As she strode to the front of the class, a hush followed. “Mr. Thorpe, right? What was the giveaway?”
The boy balked slightly, but went ahead. “Your pants are the wrong color. They’re gray, but. Um. Too light. They don’t match the uniform.”
“Sharp eye! Well done Mr. Thorpe. Treat yourself.” She reached into her pocket and tossed something across the room. Thorpe revealed a crisp $20 folded into a little crane, grinning as he tucked the money away. With that settled, her attention swept over the assembled class. “You all are about 2 minutes behind the quickest time, but I’ll chalk that up to being the last class of the day.”
She was very tall for a human woman wearing a crisp, ash gray suit and black shirt. Minimal makeup showed the gleam of health in her warm brown skin. Her dark dreadlocks were bound back in a neat ponytail, and there was something about her that exuded a professional ease.
“Good afternoon, class! Let's get started. Ian Fleming. Mata Hari. Benedict Arnold. Aldrich Ames. Virginia Hall. What do all of these names have in common?"
A hand shot up, and the woman pointed to the student. “They are all spies?”
"Yes, good. They're all spies. What else?"
Another hand, another indication. "They're all super famous?"
"Excellent! They are all well known names. Now, what does being famous mean for them?" A confused silence ensued. "No one? That's alright, you're here to learn. What fame means is that every single one of those people has utterly failed as an agent of espionage."
Silence reigned as her statement drew the class' attention further.
"The work that spies do is highly lucrative and in highly demanded. If you are incredibly good at what you do, you can make an extremely comfortable living. But if you are seeking fame, excitement, and glory? If you want your name to go down into the annals of history?"
She seemed to stare down each student individually, pinning them with a cool gaze before continuing.
"You are asking for disappointment, and you might as well leave now."
"End a dynasty? Save the planet? Nothing but silence awaits you. When you do your job properly, very few know of your success and even less praise you for it. If being a very rich, very transient, incredibly untrustworthy, isolated and ultimately, anonymous individual appeals to you? Welcome to Intro to Spying. You may call me Miss Queen – I have a lot to teach you."
As the seconds stretched into minutes, and no teacher appeared in front of them, the lull over the class steadily transformed into a confused murmur. There was one tall student in the back who had taken the opportunity to rest, face down on the desk with their hood up. Students began to talk to their neighbors, conversations crossing the desk.
"Maybe class is canceled?"
"Maybe the teacher died."
"Oh, come on - on the first day?"
“It could happen! I heard there’s a secret fighting ring for the adults…”
“Well, I heard there’s a club for bioweapons and explosives…”
A boy with what looked like feathers frowned, nudging the tall sleeping student at the desk beside them. “Hey. Hey!”
“Mmwha?” A muffled yawn and a bleary stare met him. She seemed annoyed. "What?"
“...Do you actually go here? You – you don’t go here, do you?”
All of a sudden, the “student” straightened up and smiled. That bleary gaze became razor sharp as she pulled the hood back and stared at the feathered student.
“Hm. Not bad. Not bad at all.” She stood, unzipping the hoodie and standing up to reveal that she was indeed, not a student. As she strode to the front of the class, a hush followed. “Mr. Thorpe, right? What was the giveaway?”
The boy balked slightly, but went ahead. “Your pants are the wrong color. They’re gray, but. Um. Too light. They don’t match the uniform.”
“Sharp eye! Well done Mr. Thorpe. Treat yourself.” She reached into her pocket and tossed something across the room. Thorpe revealed a crisp $20 folded into a little crane, grinning as he tucked the money away. With that settled, her attention swept over the assembled class. “You all are about 2 minutes behind the quickest time, but I’ll chalk that up to being the last class of the day.”
She was very tall for a human woman wearing a crisp, ash gray suit and black shirt. Minimal makeup showed the gleam of health in her warm brown skin. Her dark dreadlocks were bound back in a neat ponytail, and there was something about her that exuded a professional ease.
“Good afternoon, class! Let's get started. Ian Fleming. Mata Hari. Benedict Arnold. Aldrich Ames. Virginia Hall. What do all of these names have in common?"
A hand shot up, and the woman pointed to the student. “They are all spies?”
"Yes, good. They're all spies. What else?"
Another hand, another indication. "They're all super famous?"
"Excellent! They are all well known names. Now, what does being famous mean for them?" A confused silence ensued. "No one? That's alright, you're here to learn. What fame means is that every single one of those people has utterly failed as an agent of espionage."
Silence reigned as her statement drew the class' attention further.
"The work that spies do is highly lucrative and in highly demanded. If you are incredibly good at what you do, you can make an extremely comfortable living. But if you are seeking fame, excitement, and glory? If you want your name to go down into the annals of history?"
She seemed to stare down each student individually, pinning them with a cool gaze before continuing.
"You are asking for disappointment, and you might as well leave now."
"End a dynasty? Save the planet? Nothing but silence awaits you. When you do your job properly, very few know of your success and even less praise you for it. If being a very rich, very transient, incredibly untrustworthy, isolated and ultimately, anonymous individual appeals to you? Welcome to Intro to Spying. You may call me Miss Queen – I have a lot to teach you."
Jinny slid into the seat, quickly unpacking her things as the bell rang in her ears. She had been prepared to ignore Jinx entirely for the next hour. But the older girl's question took her completely off guard. And the additional information made it worse. Jinx had almost tied with her! How was that even possible?
The question was out of her mouth before she could stop herself. "How did you do that?" And because she was proud of herself (and maybe even the bruises blossoming under her uniform) she added - "Two minutes even. And the last 15 seconds were awful."
Some of the more wary students would get the sensation that they were being watched intently. But this time, Jinny was not one of them. Betwen her mad dash through the hall and the general soreness over her entire body, her senses were out of whack.
The question was out of her mouth before she could stop herself. "How did you do that?" And because she was proud of herself (and maybe even the bruises blossoming under her uniform) she added - "Two minutes even. And the last 15 seconds were awful."
Some of the more wary students would get the sensation that they were being watched intently. But this time, Jinny was not one of them. Betwen her mad dash through the hall and the general soreness over her entire body, her senses were out of whack.
If Kiri wasn’t already on his feet, Jinny would quickly offer him a hand up. “You did awesome! You all did. Think we’re gonna have to get more ice packs.” She had watched his fight with greedy eyes. Learning by watching had always been a talent of hers. So far, she had several new tricks she wanted to try the next time she sparred with her father. “You two fight so different, too.”
There was a part of her that just didn’t understand why the others weren’t looking at her like a weirdo, like earlier. What was the difference? People were very confusing to her. It was a lot worse with kids her own age, unfortunately. It would be something that she’d have to work out later.
“First aid kit’s on the wall. I gotta pack and get to the last class.” And pack she did. Jinny’s final course of the day was also underground, but up a floor. “Let’s see… where’s the elevators again?” The girl pulled a printed map from her backpack, unfolding it. “Hmm…” In a crowded hallway, with people in a hurry and others not watching their path, sometimes accidents happen.
And sometimes, fate can happen.
“Oof-” Jin hit the ground as someone bumped into her. “Ow-” It wouldn’t have hurt nearly as much if she hadn’t been thrown on her backside 10 minutes ago. A hand was quickly offered down in her direction. "Sorry! You okay?"
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“I’m sorry! Did I hurt you…?” Jinny took the hand and pushed herself up, and looked up at a freckled boy. He was tall and skinny, and about her age - and he was staring at her. It was different than the stares of her classmates earlier. No, instead of fear and derision, he just looked… awed.
“No, it wasn’t you, I should’ve moved.” He didn’t quite seem to be listening. “Uh… hello?”
“Ah! S-sorry!” The boy shook himself as if waking up, fine locks of red hair falling into his face. “I just. Um.” He started to go red in the face.
Jinny wasn’t quite sure what to say to help. So she darted a glance back at her map, which was torn clean in half. “Aw, dammit. Do you know where the Spying 101 class is?”
“Oh, yeah! Found a shortcut too.” He jerked a thumb backward. “Push the bar on the second water fountain 3 times. And there’s a tunnel. Skips the stairs and puts you right there.” Now that he was talking, he had an accent that Jinny couldn’t quite place.
Jinny grinned wide, and the boy smiled back in response. “Thanks! I haven’t found anything cool yet. Guess I’ll owe you.”
“I mean, I found it by accident, it’s not a big deal.” He rubbed the back of his neck and suddenly spoke again. “Do I know you from… from somewhere?”
“Um.” Jinny stared at him, confused as it seemed to make the boy blush more. He looked a bit like an old classmate who used to bully her. But not enough to where they could actually be related. “Nah, I don’t think so.”
The boy nodded, shrugging his skinny shoulders. “Alright. Maybe I’m thinking you’re someone else-”
A warning bell sounded above their heads and they both flinched. “Ah crap, I’m supposed to be at Weapons-” A note of worry hit the boy’s face.
“Four doors down, that way. And run for it, he hates late people!” The two parted in opposite directions, both hustling to get to class on time.
There was a part of her that just didn’t understand why the others weren’t looking at her like a weirdo, like earlier. What was the difference? People were very confusing to her. It was a lot worse with kids her own age, unfortunately. It would be something that she’d have to work out later.
“First aid kit’s on the wall. I gotta pack and get to the last class.” And pack she did. Jinny’s final course of the day was also underground, but up a floor. “Let’s see… where’s the elevators again?” The girl pulled a printed map from her backpack, unfolding it. “Hmm…” In a crowded hallway, with people in a hurry and others not watching their path, sometimes accidents happen.
And sometimes, fate can happen.
“Oof-” Jin hit the ground as someone bumped into her. “Ow-” It wouldn’t have hurt nearly as much if she hadn’t been thrown on her backside 10 minutes ago. A hand was quickly offered down in her direction. "Sorry! You okay?"
youtu.be/IrbwtojdtmY
“I’m sorry! Did I hurt you…?” Jinny took the hand and pushed herself up, and looked up at a freckled boy. He was tall and skinny, and about her age - and he was staring at her. It was different than the stares of her classmates earlier. No, instead of fear and derision, he just looked… awed.
“No, it wasn’t you, I should’ve moved.” He didn’t quite seem to be listening. “Uh… hello?”
“Ah! S-sorry!” The boy shook himself as if waking up, fine locks of red hair falling into his face. “I just. Um.” He started to go red in the face.
Jinny wasn’t quite sure what to say to help. So she darted a glance back at her map, which was torn clean in half. “Aw, dammit. Do you know where the Spying 101 class is?”
“Oh, yeah! Found a shortcut too.” He jerked a thumb backward. “Push the bar on the second water fountain 3 times. And there’s a tunnel. Skips the stairs and puts you right there.” Now that he was talking, he had an accent that Jinny couldn’t quite place.
Jinny grinned wide, and the boy smiled back in response. “Thanks! I haven’t found anything cool yet. Guess I’ll owe you.”
“I mean, I found it by accident, it’s not a big deal.” He rubbed the back of his neck and suddenly spoke again. “Do I know you from… from somewhere?”
“Um.” Jinny stared at him, confused as it seemed to make the boy blush more. He looked a bit like an old classmate who used to bully her. But not enough to where they could actually be related. “Nah, I don’t think so.”
The boy nodded, shrugging his skinny shoulders. “Alright. Maybe I’m thinking you’re someone else-”
A warning bell sounded above their heads and they both flinched. “Ah crap, I’m supposed to be at Weapons-” A note of worry hit the boy’s face.
“Four doors down, that way. And run for it, he hates late people!” The two parted in opposite directions, both hustling to get to class on time.
what's up chat i quit my job <3
determined to get some writing done today. we'll see how it goes
determined to get some writing done today. we'll see how it goes
@Bright_OpsOk! Now we're talking. I misunderstood. That's what I get for having a character smarter than me.
hooboy! Kijani's going to see that incident and smell a rat.
"...she's skimming off the top? In those shoes? I don't buy it. No one with the skills to rob a corporation unironically wears crocs."
"...she's skimming off the top? In those shoes? I don't buy it. No one with the skills to rob a corporation unironically wears crocs."
Profile dropped, with theme songs :)
Now I gotta figure out how to make a costume...
Now I gotta figure out how to make a costume...
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